Tianchen Continent has always believed in the gods, believed in the blessing of the gods, and believed that heaven and earth can uphold justice and dominate all things. They believe that the earth carries all things, and the heavens hang down.

Take the material from the earth, take the law from the sky, and respect the sky and the earth.

The sacrifice to the god of the earth is to reward it for carrying all things and giving birth to all things.

Every year before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there will be a sacrifice to the heavens. And on the summer solstice every year, there will be sacrifices to the earth.

Yun Jinghua had been locked up in the firewood room by the city lord before, and she also knew some information from the mouth of the maidservant, and it happened that this sacrifice to heaven and earth was among them.

"Sacrifice to the gods of heaven, sacrifice to the mother of the earth!"

In the main hall, the guests invariably followed her movements, spilled the wine in their hands into the air, and filled it with a glass and sprinkled it on the ground.

After everyone was seated, the city lord over there smiled and spoke.

"It's negligent, this first cup and the second cup should indeed be as Lord Yang Lie said, sacrifice to the gods of heaven and sacrifice to the mother of the earth."

After that, the city lord's eyes fell on the original first cup and the last glass of wine at this time, and Yun Jinghua took it with a smile.

However, she wondered in her heart, she was smart but was mistaken by cleverness, in fact, the wine served was not poisoned?

Impossible, the city lord glanced at General Yao over there from time to time, and the two of them were clearly tired.

At this moment, General Yao's gaze also fell on her face.

couldn't help but smile bitterly, it seems that this glass of wine, no matter what, has to be drunk.

Yun Jinghua's gaze subconsciously fell on the young man Leng Ye who was holding her, with a little hesitation in his eyes.

Those two glasses of wine were not poisonous, it should be that General Yao saw that the situation was not right, so let people change the poisoned wine.

The glass of wine in her hand should not be a problem.

Thinking of this, Yun Jinghua smiled and handed the wine to the lips of the young man Leng Ye.

The young man Leng Ye glanced at her lightly, and the city lord over there couldn't help but speak.

"Yun Ji, toast to His Royal Highness the Nine, why are you so ignorant of the rules?"

Yun Jinghua was surprised and looked at the chubby city lord in puzzlement.

She is obviously already toasting this Ninth Highness now, and her expression is very respectful, she can't find the slightest mistake, why doesn't it seem right?

Frowning, Yun Jinghua's eyes swept away, and he happened to see the two ministers at the table not far away.

The two ministers were each holding a beauty at this time, more presumptuous and bold, and their big hands began to be unruly at this time......

Yun Jinghua blushed when he saw it, and quickly looked away.

And the minister next to him was letting the beauty in his arms drink.

A delicate beauty, an adult with fifty or sixty wine, meat and fat intestines......

Stunned, Yun Jinghua turned around and looked at the young man Leng Ye, who was raising his eyelids slightly and looking at her with a smile.

...... with your mouth Toast?

There was chagrin and shame in his heart, and in his dark eyes, he couldn't hide the shame, Yun Jinghua gritted his teeth.

Leng Ye turned sideways slightly, and the young man Leng Ye had already taken the wine glass and handed it to her lips.

Yun Jinghua was stunned for a moment, and trembled at the cold eyes of the young man who was pitch black and without the slightest emotion.

A hero doesn't suffer immediate losses, Yun Jinghua told himself in his heart.

"Yun Ji?"

The young man suddenly opened his mouth and bit her earlobe, and she trembled.

Grinding her teeth, she smiled slightly, and didn't start slightly.

Keeping his earlobes away from the cold young man, he took a sip of wine lightly against the wine glass.

Before she could raise her head, the young man Leng Ye had already leaned over, caught off guard, and was simply neat.

It's not the warmth of imagination, with a bit of coolness, and the eyes of the cold young man have a trace of sharpness.